1 . “A new student is waiting in your room.” My principal announced. “Name’s Mary. I’ll talk to you about her.” I nodded, some materials in my hands. “Fine,” I said. “We’re making valentine envelopes, a good way for her to get
She sat in the back of the room, her hands
The bell rang, little time to worry about Mary. After
I returned and grabbed a chance to explain this to my students. “It may be a long time
Later on a March day, my children noticed the flowers
“God, you’ve given us a
A.involved | B.promoted | C.adopted | D.proposed |
A.spread | B.folded | C.swung | D.extended |
A.movement | B.response | C.complaint | D.cooperation |
A.strange | B.full | C.sharp | D.empty |
A.sliding | B.securing | C.settling | D.seeking |
A.presence | B.absence | C.existence | D.violence |
A.crazy | B.withdrawn | C.aggressive | D.risky |
A.kindness | B.mercy | C.love | D.comfort |
A.after | B.when | C.until | D.before |
A.comments | B.reactions | C.approaches | D.impressions |
A.came up | B.took up | C.came out | D.took out |
A.grades | B.spirits | C.insights | D.relations |
A.otherwise | B.furthermore | C.therefore | D.nevertheless |
A.normal | B.pretty | C.depressed | D.lovely |
A.gift | B.talent | C.miracle | D.basket |
2 . From the deserts of Southern California to the forests of Alaska, the U.S. possesses an incredible diversity of nature. For most of her life, Joy Ryan never saw the landscape beyond her home state of Ohio. Then, when she was in her mid-eighties, her grandson Brad Ryan decided to take her on a journey to all of the U.S. National Parks — a mission that took eight years to complete. At the age of 93, Grandma Joy has finally seen all 63 parks, ending the monumental feat in the National Park of American Samoa.
“When I learned she had never seen the great wildernesses of America — deserts, mountains, oceans, you name it — I thought that was something that would trouble me if I didn’t take action in some way,” Brad says. This idea sparked their first trip to the Great Smoky Mountains. However, once they were on the road, Brad realized that they could visit more parks nearby, and their trips multiplied. Over the years, they managed to see all the famous sights at Yosemite, the Grand Canyon, the Redwoods, and so on.
Despite Grandma Joy’s older age, she could hike mountains and do white water rafting. Brad praises her enthusiasm for life as the key to her good health. She expresses gratitude for each new day and is always excited about the next adventure. Finally, their long journey across the U.S. ended with American Samoa. “It’s about 6,700 miles from Ohio, where we live. It’s the only U.S. National Park south of the equator. It’s a long trip, but we’re excited to go,” Brad explains. “We can enjoy the beach and the beautiful tropical paradise. But as we’ve learned from the rangers that work there, American Samoa is an island community firmly rooted in family. And I think that there’s a bit of a poetic beauty to ending it there, too.”
1. Why did Brad take his grandmother Joy to travel?A.To fulfill her wish to travel around the world. |
B.To free her from the boredom of everyday life. |
C.To help her explore the natural beauty of America. |
D.To aid her in getting inspiration for writing poems. |
A.They went on to see more natural landscapes. |
B.They decided to visit all the parks worldwide. |
C.They attracted more people to join the later trips. |
D.They stopped traveling because of Joy’s poor health. |
A.The friendly locals. | B.The family bond. |
C.The special culture. | D.The beautiful sights. |
A.Reliable and generous. | B.Ambitious and creative. |
C.Courageous and diligent. | D.Energetic and determined. |
When I was a child growing up in the Netherlands, I often begged my mother to tell me this story about an experience her family had at the end of World War II.
During the terrible last winter of the German occupation, food was scarce in the Netherlands. People were so hungry that they began to eat small animals and many things not normally considered edible (可食用的), including tulip bulbs (郁金香球茎), which could be cooked like potatoes.
For centuries, my mother’s family had owned a highly successful tulip business, which provided jobs for many in our village. But the war shut their business down, and during the winter of hunger, my grandfather, Albert, donated all his tulip bulbs to feed the hungriest villagers. For years, Albert had been trying to grow a black tulip. By careful selection, he was very close. So he guarded these few bulbs carefully to prevent people from stealing them for food.
One day, it was announced that the war was over. But there was much destruction and the Dutch people still faced dangers. My grandfather looked at his pale, thin children and realized that the hunger could continue for a long time, so he made his decision. He seized a shovel (铁铲) and went into the garden. There he found my mother, Vivian, who was just seven years old, looking nervous. Over her shoulder, Albert saw a band of Germans coming toward them down the street. He whispered to Vivian to run inside the house and began digging for his bulbs. But it was too late. Someone had already stolen them. Angry and desperate, Albert ran toward the street screaming, “They have stolen my tulip bulbs!” Vivian, watching from the doorway, cried out and ran to stop her father. Before she could reach him, Albert stumbled and fell, badly hurting his leg.
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Fortunately, Albert recovered slowly.
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It took some time for Albert to rebuild his business, starting with those few bulbs that were spared by the thieves.
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4 . My brother and I were driving home together and started talking. Because of this
As we drove forward, my brother
My brother helped him change the flat. We started getting to know the young man had a bad week; earlier he had gotten into a minor car accident, and now this
What
A.distraction | B.recreation | C.participation | D.introduction |
A.Inefficiently | B.Unnecessarily | C.Impractically | D.Unfortunately |
A.pretend | B.pay | C.struggle | D.wait |
A.needless | B.unreasonable | C.abnormal | D.irregular |
A.powered | B.repaired | C.started | D.spotted |
A.discovered | B.relaxed | C.stopped | D.phoned |
A.front | B.flat | C.used | D.spare |
A.problem | B.discovery | C.ignorance | D.decision |
A.sacrifice | B.breath | C.journey | D.dream |
A.hurt | B.lost | C.tired | D.stuck |
A.bus | B.picture | C.turn | D.seat |
A.assist | B.instruct | C.sponsor | D.approach |
A.rule | B.chance | C.plan | D.belief |
A.changed | B.shocked | C.impressed | D.encouraged |
A.thought | B.relationship | C.situation | D.effect |
It was a bright spring afternoon along the Maryland coast, and Jonathan Bauer, 51, a technology executive at a hospital, and his 13-year-old daughter, Ava, were taking full advantage of it. They were driving with the windows down as they headed home on the 1.4-mile, two-lane Route 90 bridge, which spans the shallow waters of Assawoman Bay. Suddenly, the calm was disturbed by the scream of tires.
Not far ahead of them, a black truck was sliding from one lane to the other. To the Bauers’ horror, it crashed into a concrete barrier, spun like a circle, jumped over the SUV directly ahead of them, and came to rest hanging over the railing (栏杆) of the bridge. Bauer hit the brakes in time to avoid the vehicles in his path.
And then another scream. It came from the truck, which had come to rest on its right side. The driver’s door flung open and a man climbed out. He dropped to the ground, then rushed to the railing. Bauer ran up beside him. The man pointed down, saying something in Spanish. In the water was a car seat. Moving next to it, a girl, about two years old. Pink polka-dotted dress, brown hair, brown eyes, terrified, floating on her back, kicking and splashing and screaming.
From around the truck, more screaming from others who had gotten clear of the accident came. Matters quickly went from bad to frightening when the little girl rolled over onto her stomach. Bauer waited for the truck driver to do something, but he was rooted. Maybe he was in shock.
He was not sure about his chances jumping from this height into such shallow water. Four feet of depth was the most he could hope for—he’d gotten his boat stuck here a time or two. And were there rocks this close to the concrete pillar (桥墩) of the bridge? But the truck driver didn’t move. Time ticking by, he had to take action. “Ava!” Bauer yelled, ready to remove his shoes. “Stay by the car!”
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Then he climbed onto the railing.
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Finally he reached the shore with the little girl in his arms.
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There was a story that all the kids at my school told. I don’t know if they believed it but some of them certainly acted as if they did. On the way from my home to school there was a little old cottage. You could only just see the cottage, as if it were trying to hide itself behind the trees and bushy garden. At times the children had seen a little old woman make her way along the leaf-covered path from the front door to the mailbox. Her fingers were twisted in funny shapes, her body was bent over and her back hunched (弓背). If she lifted her head to look at you, her face was all wrinkly. “The witch at Number 97” was how most kids spoke of her. “Don’t look in her eyes,” you could hear them say. “She’ll capture you in a magic spell (魔咒), take you into the house and never release you again.”
In the mornings and at the end of the day, my friends and I would pass Number 97 in a group. We felt safer and more secure in numbers. But now, I played the recorder so well that I was asked to join the school band, and that meant staying after school one afternoon a week to rehearse (排练), so I had to walk home all by myself.
I set out as I normally would but as I began to approach the little old cottage it looked scarier than ever. For a while I hesitated, not knowing what to do. I wanted to run but felt I really needed to just walk my way as usual. I took some deep breaths and tried to think of something different: Home, supper and my bed. When I started thinking about the witch again, the cottage appeared big and frightening in my thoughts. “No,” I said to myself, “concentrate on how good it will feel to get home,” and with that I started to feel easier.
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But as I reached the front gate to Number 97, my heart almost stopped.
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________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________In our weekly staff meeting, our editor Ashley was not pleased with the quality of our reporting. “Our readership is way down. We need better stories for this Thursday’s school newspaper. Does anybody have any ideas?” she said.
I handed her my article about our basketball team beating Deerfield High School the previous night by one point. “Sports stories are fun,” she said, “but not good enough for the front page. We need something to really get people ‘s attention.”
After our meeting, we left the newsroom together and heard someone screaming, “Perry is missing!” Perry was a big red parrot and had been our school mascot (吉祥物) for ten years. He played an important role in students’ lives, both in and out of class. He had also been a constant presence at school events, inspiring a sense of unity among students.
Everyone gathered around Perry’s empty cage, heartbroken. Suddenly, a student from the crowd came over and showed me a photo. “You’re a reporter for the school paper, right? I happened to take this yesterday,” he said. In the photo was a Deerfield High School basketball player with something large hidden under his shirt around the size of a parrot.
“He must have stolen Perry to get back at us for winning the game!” Ashley cried. We hurried back to the newsroom, agreeing to run the photo on the front page with the headline “Deerfeld Stole Perry.” “This is just the story we need. Everyone will read it,” Ashley said confidently.
After she left, I took a closer look at the photo. The clock in the background read 4:15 pm, but our game against Deerfield hadn’t started until 4:30 pm. Why would the boy have taken Perry before we even played? An uneasy feeling came over me that we might have falsely accused someone.
I went to Perry’s usual caretaker to ask if he knew Perry was missing. ”He’s not missing. He’s retired. He’s ready for some quieter days,“ he said. Learning the truth, I immediately told Ashley and suggested writing a story to say goodbye to Perry.
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To my surprise, Ashley insisted on reporting the “Deerfield Stole Perry” story.
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I missed our big family gatherings before moving here, but Mom had a(n)
Our first guests arrived: three foreign exchange students. Mom’s original plan was to
After dinner, Mom suggested sharing something we were thankful for—another annual
Suddenly something
A.colleagues | B.relatives | C.neighbours | D.strangers |
A.close | B.random | C.specific | D.favorite |
A.generous | B.energetic | C.curious | D.powerful |
A.applicants | B.beggars | C.population | D.volunteers |
A.shelter | B.award | C.repay | D.host |
A.set out | B.took over | C.broke down | D.showed up |
A.burst | B.dropped | C.pulled | D.fell |
A.recovered | B.declined | C.rose | D.stretched |
A.exploded | B.suffered | C.slid | D.withdrew |
A.impressive | B.unlucky | C.unusual | D.awesome |
A.contest | B.opportunity | C.anticipation | D.tradition |
A.grateful | B.sympathetic | C.familiar | D.addicted |
A.cost | B.worked | C.remained | D.meant |
A.inspired | B.convinced | C.struck | D.drilled |
A.welfare | B.community | C.friendship | D.future |
9 . “I’ve met an old lady,” I eagerly told my parents on one of our daily phone. I volunteered to start a knitting club at a care home for the
From the beginning, I never felt that Edith and I lacked
When I first met Edith, I was
Over the years of visiting Edith, I understood how Edith valued the
Death at 111 is not unexpected, but I still feel that something is
A.lonely | B.elderly | C.disabled | D.deserted |
A.friendship | B.cooperation | C.encounter | D.competition |
A.switched | B.contracted | C.contrasted | D.identified |
A.adaptation | B.commitment | C.conversation | D.attention |
A.memory | B.organ | C.anxiety | D.manner |
A.explaining | B.recalling | C.forgetting | D.expecting |
A.confused | B.urged | C.denied | D.struck |
A.calling on | B.allowing for | C.sorting out | D.beating down |
A.devoted | B.admitted | C.restricted | D.addicted |
A.company | B.discipline | C.resolution | D.departure |
A.follow | B.tackle | C.restore | D.engage |
A.arising | B.ranging | C.missing | D.suffering |
A.racial | B.diverse | C.visible | D.special |
A.complaint | B.praise | C.gratitude | D.wisdom |
A.insights | B.comparison | C.investment | D.remarks |
Everyone in the seaside town knows that Fliss has a special bond with her dog Molly. They work together, live together, and play together. The Labrador is literally at Fliss’s side all the time. If a person spent this much time with a friend, they would probably have fallen out by now, but the bond between Molly and her owner just gets stronger over time.
Fliss grew up in the city. In 2017, she moved to the seaside where she opened a bath and skincare shop. Upon arrival, she couldn’t believe how much litter was left “senselessly” on the beach. In fact, she was shocked and appalled by the “unavoidable” amount of litter she found while taking Molly for walks. Being a person who cares a lot about her surroundings, Fliss decided that she had to do something about it before the tide carried the litter into the sea, threatening marine life.
One day, while collecting litter on the beach, Fliss saw Molly running towards her with an empty water bottle in her mouth. As Molly drew near, she dropped the bottle at Fliss’s feet and set out to find other waste. This gave Fliss an idea: what if she could train Molly to find all those plastic bottles and bags, and make good use of them?
The training started and Fliss was surprised at how fast Molly learned. Before long, the clever girl would venture to the seaside on her own and come home with her “prize”. She had soon filled Fliss’s house with pieces of rubbish from the local beach. At one point, Fliss’s garage was 60% filled with beach litter waiting to be distributed to local artists for use in their artwork.
When Fliss heard paws on the door the other day, she went to greet her good girl as usual. To her surprise, she saw Molly carrying a small plastic purse in her mouth. Fliss opened the purse and gasped. Inside was a passport, several credit cards, and a bunch of keys.
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Fliss immediately took the purse to the local police station.
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